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Monday, 21 September 2015

UNDEF-EATABLE FORCE. 


Furious waves against front,
Roar consistently loud.
The lightening through dark sky catastrophically electrifying,
 With storm and thunder terrifying.
It was dark as the hell could be,
And heavy rain made it worst.

He groan like thunder in extreme pain,
But rickety leg still keeps up
His texture was lost into blood and mud,
His spirits were destroyed,
His resistance collapsed,
His motivation faded,
His energy exhausted,
His faith lost,
But in the midst of terror , wars and demons,
He still fought with a hope,
A hope that would kiss him one day with happiness.


Friday, 18 September 2015


STORM MAKES YOU STRONGER.


Catastrophic failures:
Like mist through walls,
Storm every now and then,
A battle born,
The journey is tough,
To peak failure rob and
At point feel melted down

A pregnant mind of malformed:
Bred thoughts,
Alarmed emotions and
Suffocate breath.
So much it wounds,
Even unpacking the trusted soldier,
A pregnant mind of rickety thought.

All mighty,
Hear those stories
And bless with light.
To the ultimate,
let them discover;
         'It's okay to get burnt down,
         It's okay to fall down,
          It's okay to be broken.
It's all the blessing that makes you stronger the next dawn fall.
                                          [a men who passes storm becomes steel]
It's basically the true motion of life that test you always how much stronger you are.


Wednesday, 9 September 2015

Forty Eight Hours.


My mind, pages of a book of my body,
My senses scribble over it consistently,
Millions of storms,
I feel consumed yet there isn't an end.

Who would stare to the watch whole night,
When world is dark and dead.
But thousand of time, my tireless eye does in search of what i really don't know,
And yet i am devastated when whole world awakes,

I am all consumed all bit and pieces,
Still dawn light didn't save me yet,
The longest and deepest of sleep i seek
But limitless energy keep me wide open which i never find when i want to close.

What is so wrong?
I try to settle down for the quickest answer i could find,
Yet i am blank, devastated and consumed,
So big, a hell swallowed me throughout.

Sunday, 6 September 2015


HER ANGER VS ME


Infinite,
Her heart as ocean drank,
So less to say and easily she could hide.
like the blow of air to the candle light.
Yet seed sown in my field never grew.

Water on heat, 
Was her blood I could feel in veins, 
Her roars i could hear in tremor,
But it's so less  could get.
Yet the seed sown never give me surprise.

My storm,
How she would calm several times,
So big I expected I can calm too.
But the time has never shown.
Her demon never troubles me but those tiring eye does.

Saturday, 5 September 2015



MY WALLS ONLY HEAR MY SILENCE.


Cold in summer,
Scalp to toe nail,
To all extremities.
A hell.
Loud and active,
Busy is the city outside,
But silence has engulfed like a storm.
Darkness in day,
Deep and intense within my walls,
But sleep is out somewhere,
The disaster.
The air so thin,
Yet iced, it's hard to breath.
It's only my pen and walls that see me.
‪#‎ to all lonely days that's hard to digest.

Thursday, 27 August 2015

               Wait for an unburdened smile.



   Cities are drunk on noise and lights,
   Every time, its busy but here i am rigid and stagnant.
   Wandering myself through lost path every dawn break.
   Kneeling down, on the first light i ask answer from my goddess,
   But she is even more silent that the height of my lost.
                 Each night , it became terribly quiet,
                 That frightens me with deep darkness.
  
         To the discovery;
  I flip thousands of words written,
Thousands of photographs snapped,
Thousands of voice recordings,
But each has so much and so more to tell.
And i am here still lost with each memories alive,
And all i want is to be back to that reality, the one last hug i wish before i die.



It's nobody's voice, but inside me loud and big.
You know it; 
I always have something to say,
I always have something to write,
But it's me, as always a mirror of words
When you're my north light.
       You, basically is a picture of my poem,
      That somebody- "me" has always something to write about.



It's a long quiet night without an unburdened smile.


   

Thursday, 16 April 2015

I miss you.

Where ever I go, where ever I stay; you’re only one I
have in my mind.
Even in my sleep, you have become my dream.
Yeah, having to stay far from you is tough, yet become worst when I have to live each day with the fear of losing you.
But million’s battle I have to pass before I go to sleep.

Somewhere away from you and home, I am here.
World is new and big, city beautiful and awake twenty four seven,
But without you, everything is charmless.
All I wish is to be with you forever.

Hundreds of morning came and night has passed without you.
Even winter has flew, spring has came and yet summer is about to come,
But still I couldn't see you.
Desperate is my feeling to see you each morning like the first ray of sun and spend each day of my life.

I see millions of people face around,
Flight’s flying above my place now and then.
But still I couldn't see you.
All I wish is to see you beside me now and forever.

Here away from you, I live with each single memory of us,
When you make me run to chase you,
When we sing together hours and hours and millions more- you know well.
Haunted is me, madness is my feeling, crazy is my thought and act.
All I wish is to spend each single day and die old with you.






 "your voice my music, your smile my sunshine,
you are everything that i am happy for."